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again, softly.  He then
climbed off the bed and made his way to the shower.  Debbie followed close
behind.  They washed each other in the warm pelting spray and kissed.  As they
were toweling, they heard Marty and Taylor in the other room.  Nick and Debbie
dressed quickly and walked out to join them.
    Marty had
continued on into the kitchen but Taylor remained in the living room to meet
them.  Taylor looked at the couple; hair still wet, and gave them a devious
smile and a wink.   "Looks like you two have been doin' the nasty ,"
he said to Nick.  Debbie blushed then looked away.  Nick only gave him a sly
smile.  Then Taylor turned and started toward his bedroom at the back of the
house that he, Marty, and Nick all shared.
    "What's the
plan tonight?" Nick called after him.
    "Mike's
getting his sister to drop him off here and then we were going to meet Amy and
a couple of Mo's friends at the Cooperage to go dancing!"  Taylor replied
from the back of the house.
    Marty walked out
of the kitchen then into the hallway that lay between Nick's and Taylor's
rooms.  "Yeah, Caroline and Jennifer are going to be there.  The Mutz are
playin'."  As if that was all the explanation necessary.  Actually, it
was.  The Mutz were a local group that always drew a great female crowd and
they were a lot of fun to dance to.
    Marty had come up
to where Nick and Debbie stood and stopped.  He was as tall as Nick, but
huskier.  Both were six foot four with very broad shoulders, but Marty was more
athletic than Nick and it showed.  His hair was brown tangled curls that
covered his ears and forehead, and forever looked to be in need of combing.  He
wore thick rectangular glasses with rounded corners that really didn't compliment
his face very well.  But, Nick had never seen him any other way.
    Nick had known
Marty on and off for about four years.  He met him through Taylor and Mike, and
they all got along well.  Then, when Mike took the job at Google, he had asked
Marty to take over Mike's portion of the lease they had all signed on the
house.  Marty looked like the typical little boy lost.  Which explained all the
girls, Nick thought.  He certainly wasn't mister handsome, but he was funny. 
In fact, all of Nick’s friends were funny.  That was what held them together,
their combined senses of humor.
    "The Mutz,
huh?  Sounds like a blast dude.  I'm hangin' for it man."  Nick did his
best California Surfer imitation, complete with facial expressions and tonal
inflections.  This routine was something he had done with Mike, but Mike’s role
had mysteriously been taken over by Marty.
    Marty replied,
"Awright!  It'll be a totally bitchin' time dude!  Mega babes, tasty
tunes, and some jammin' drinkin'!"  His California was somewhat better
than Nick's but neither one cared.  They just did a high five and walked fully
into the living room to join Debbie.  She only shook her head in mock disgust.
    From the back of
the house they heard Taylor, "Man!  You guys need a new routine, that
one’s old!"  Then he too emerged from the hallway and stood in the doorway
to the living room.  Taylor was about five foot eight with a real blocky build
and broad shoulders.  His hair was jet black and curly, and he reminded you of
a young Adam Sandler.  Taylor was Jewish and very much looked it, with the
classic nose and facial features.
    He stood there
with no shirt on, drinking a protein shake.  He pulled it away and was left
with a white mustache above his five o’clock shadow.  Taylor was very hirsute
and had a difficult time keeping up with it.  His face seemed to break out
daily, his skin sensitive to the razor.  Debbie only glanced at him then looked
away.  She thought that all of that hair was a little repulsive.  She looked
back at Nick and smiled, although he didn't see it.
    Marty and Nick had
plugged in the X–Box and were blasting monsters in a sewer somewhere.  Taylor
returned to his room and dressed while Debbie